Sunday, May 13, 2007

playing with children

are you playing with the children
making them count
are you taking them on a sunny day out

are you playing them a song
letting them draw
stubbing crayons orange blue lemon

are you giving away candy
sweatmeat floss
are you watching them jump
giggling with laugh

flying balloons for them
holding their hands
rocking on laps
telling fairytales to bedtime lads

and there’s a baby
it moves down the lanes
knocks on the door
That’s dingy and dark
he crouches on mud floor
tugs your shirt sleeve
you leave him lorn
and he quivers in weakly
out out
you shout
and babies disappear
and you never find them
while playing with the children
the children of us
he’s peering meekly
don’t spoil him with a rod
he’s on the road
he’s on the move
just shying away
away from you
he’s the children who play with you.


Spinning laughing dancing to her favourite song a little girl with nothing wrong … eyes wide open …

Fragile as a leaf in the autumn ,just falling to the ground
I don’t know if am an insomniac or not but my most inner thoughts resurge in late hours mostly and this piece of scrap is also being processed at 3 am so do excuse me if I get digressed. I don’t recollect when I heard Norah Jones for the first time but I do remember the day I bought the first CD ( it took 400 bucks ! the most expensive one I brought for the first time ! so I think its kindda indelible memory , but jokes apart … ) I was returning from Madhu Mukherjee ; my uncle’s place … he was the one who insisted that I should buy my own copy, and my afternoons from little strings lesson to flury’s n then tuning to my new Norah Jones cd ; chanting the lyrics and roaming in my own reveries started around late 2002 I was in second year then; a silent introvert person found her own world of dilemmas and dreams in the songs of a girl who has a name to overshadow patriarchy .. yes geetali ( I think similar to who sings well ?) was cast away by Norah . her fame didn’t depend on a name fame … and the lyrics was like she was telling her tale only…. You can get one with her thoughts at least in solace.
I guess this blog requires you to write about what is our personal realm of experience through her songs … but a life can not out be held out in a piece of blog and am not a great writer either to attempt that … only a few things which can be said is … the freshman me in the college was a loner … I came to study architecture against the many odds and somehow it didn’t make my folks at home very happy in d beginning , I left the chosen path of general engineering … n in the dream field of mine I confronted with people of a different world , there were doctrines and dogmas in this new world and friendship was often dodged by hypocrisy … Though all was not prosaic and mean …
And it needed time to find out the true soul mates…
But I haven’t forgot Norah the friend of my yellow times … I wont say it was dark .. or grey … ,,, yellow is not cheerful but it was a disguise .. a disguise of tawdry friendship that eluded , disguise of evils in form of Samaritans ,,, and obscurity of my vision towards the future ,,, towards hope and life spirit…